Solace, and Ocean Waves
Can I find solace
in what you’ve left me here?
Broken heart, bruised ego,
swollen lips. Tattered memories
of our very last kiss, last touch.
Your body wrapped around mine
in the dark, so close I could
feel your pulse against my back,
intrinsically knowing “this is home”,
“this is home”. I was wrong.
You didn’t join us in the water,
choosing instead to beach yourself
on the sand, and it should have been
a sign of distance, of distancing yourself
but I never noticed. And now, I cry
myself to sleep at night,
wishing you had chosen me.
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